You don't know what's the point of that
Once it starts, it can't be repeated. The circles spread again and again
The scenery is like a fish swimming, you might be another you
When the butterflies explode like metal, burn, and die one by one
Only traces of you are left in the places you see
Excerpt from Zhang Zao's October Water
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Tens of thousands of warships ignited once more, turning into tens of thousands of burning flying swords that flew into the depths of the distant universe.
Those flames that glowed with a dark blue luster were not the burning of real things, but more like some kind of light stream. It didn't take long for those burning flying swords to disappear without a trace, and no one knew where they went. There was nothing around the enormous red fireball other than the extraterrestrial demon's corpse and dust.
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"Mother nest! That's a real mother nest! Its defense is extremely strong, and the intensity of its pulse attack can even penetrate the thickest alloy plate. It would take at least a B Squadron to destroy it. I don't believe it can be killed by a single person! "
"I've said many times, he's a liquid metal robot, not a real human."
"I've also said many times that it's impossible! Spectral analysis shows that his body isn't metal at all, but is composed of an unknown element. Also, look at his skin and hair … Where can there be such a good bionic material? The biggest logical problem is that if he's a liquid metal robot, why would he imitate the appearance and internal organs of a human? This doesn't make sense. Also, where's his microprocessor? You've already scanned him more than seven hundred times. Have you seen a processor or a message channel? "
"After receiving the information, the Academy of Science believes that he's very likely a remnant of an ancient civilization."
"Please, how many years has it been since the ancient civilization was destroyed? Even if our ancestors once reached this level of civilization, how could they have preserved a robot in such good condition? "
The blue sky scattered evenly light outside the window, giving off an unreal feeling, but it was enough to illuminate the spacious laboratory very brightly. Two scientists stood outside the transparent protective cover, looking inside and arguing about something. After who knew how long, the male scientist suddenly said, "Did the last request come through?"
They had tried all types of cutting tools in the planetary base, but the experimental target's body was extremely dense and hard, and they couldn't take samples at all. They had no choice but to report to the Academy of Science, hoping that they could transfer a dynamic field separator over.
The reason they had no choice was because the Academy of Science would definitely agree to their request, but there would definitely be many other colleagues coming with the dynamic field separator.
Faced with such an amazing discovery, no scientist was willing to miss it.
The slightly older and gentle-looking female scientist shook her head and gave an unexpected answer.
"The director was worried that the internal structure of the experimental target would be damaged, so he rejected the application … But don't be too happy too early. The director will come over in a spaceship, and it might take another twenty days."
The male scientist sighed. It was unknown whether it was regret or fear. He looked at the experimental target on the stage and said, "To be honest, I don't even have the heart to cut off a strand of his hair."
The female scientist was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"
"This is a work of art." The male scientist withdrew his gaze and looked at her seriously. "This is the most perfect work of art in the universe. Even the tiniest damage to it, even cutting off its fingernails, is a crime."
The female scientist looked at the experiment target for a long time and silently agreed with her partner's opinion. She said, "Therefore, he can't be a human. Even if he were to undergo the most expensive gene optimization ten times and receive the blessing of the priestess, he can't be so perfect."
"He is the most perfect work of art, but he is not perfect. True perfection is actually incomplete. The most precise scan revealed a very small fine line at the corner of his eye, probably at the atomic level. You have no idea how beautiful that fine line is under the lens of an electron microscope. "
The male scientist couldn't help but fix his gaze on the stage again as he talked incessantly. "If he were a living person, I would fall in love with him hopelessly," he said sentimentally.
The female scientist said, "No matter from which angle, he should be a man if he were alive."
The male scientist shrugged and asked innocently, "Is it important?"
The metal was everywhere in the laboratory. The metal looked white under the warm sunlight from the blue sky outside the window, but it didn't feel cold at all.
There was a metal platform in the middle of the transparent protective shield, on which a naked man lay. Both his face and body were perfect.
The man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the two scientists outside the protective shield, exclaiming emotionlessly, "Hmm?"
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The meditation room at the New Era Institute was as quiet as its name suggested.
A dozen students sat on the floor with their eyes closed, remaining motionless for a long time; but their eyelids were quivering slightly. It was evident that their eyeballs were rolling around once in a while, as if they were reading something.
After a long while, a student opened his eyes and fell backward on the floor, feeling bored. "If it weren't Zong Lizi's book, I wouldn't be able to continue reading it," he said while crossing his legs.
Another student opened his eyes and said while rubbing his sore neck, "Well, she can write one hundred thousand words a day. She should be able to read enough."
The first student snorted and said, "I can write six hundred thousand words a day if I use my awareness to capture them."
"She doesn't have a single wrong word or colloquial expression, and there is no trace of artificial modification. It's evident that she has used manual input."
More students opened their eyes in succession and joined the discussion.
"She can write one hundred thousand words by manual input? When did she break through the Cultivation state? It's not right. Even if her Cultivation state had improved by three levels, the speed of her hands shouldn't be so fast. "
"Her family isn't in a good condition. Maybe she is in a hurry to make money; otherwise, her hair wouldn't have turned white at such a young age …"
"She and I are classmates in the elementary class. It's said that she encountered a problem during the second gene development."
"That's a bit of a stretch. The key is the content of the story, not to mention writing one hundred thousand words a day. What era is it now? They are still writing about Cultivation. It's really old-fashioned and boring, just like the title of the book. "
"That's right. The name" The Path Toward Heaven "is too common."
"The title and plot of the book are not so bad. The Giant is quite adorable; Shisui is quite lovable; and Tong Yan is so pitiful … But the main character is too boring. He has a straight face all day long, and his character is flat and devoid of character!"
"Ah!"
A young girl walked into the meditation room along with a crisp shout and the sound of the door slamming.
The young girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a plain Daoist robe. Her silvery hair was tied up behind her back, looking rather valiant. She yelled angrily at her classmates, "Cultivation is not old-fashioned at all! It's not old-fashioned at all! One hundred thousand words aren't enough to shut your mouths! And you, what do you mean by devoid of character? You can read the rest of the story. You will give an explanation, and the explanation is very good. I've almost … cried after reading it. "
A student couldn't help but remark, "But, the story is easy to forget the beginning when you read the rest of the story. It's useless no matter how good your explanation is."
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The silver-haired girl Zong Lizi walked on the small path of the campus, feeling a bit dejected. Her Daoist robe tousling in the wind looked less energetic. As she came to the edge of the cliff at the end of the small path, she lifted her head to look at the stars rotating at a high speed in the night sky and the high platforms hidden in the clouds and fog, a look of admiration and yearning showing on her small face.
After a long while, her yearning and admiration turned into tiredness and helplessness. She jumped off the cliff, her Daoist robe tousled by the wind, turning into a dandelion.
After drifting for a long time, the light in the sky had gradually dimmed, and her speed had gradually slowed down. She landed on the ground.
In comparison to the cliffs where the institute was located and the other worlds hidden in the clouds and fog, the world here was always gray and gloomy, and the lights in the buildings were very dim. Fortunately, it was not as wet, dirty and dangerous as described in the movies of the last days.
Zong Lizi walked into an ordinary apartment building and returned to her home after being scanned. She took a cup of water and drank it all in one gulp; then she collapsed on the sofa.
Looking at the closed door of her bedroom and thinking of the comments of her classmates, she couldn't help but yell angrily, "Everybody says that it's not interesting. Even if you spend money to buy the right to publish it on the Internet, you still can't make money. Don't expect me to pay for it!"
No response could be heard in the bedroom. It was as quiet as ever, as if nobody was inside. She walked to the front of the door and knocked on it twice forcefully, saying, "The website of the institute has updated that Tong Yan went to see Jing Jiu and Liu Ci and asked them to steal the Green Sky Mirror, but the response is still mediocre. What should we do next? I've read the rest of what you've written, and there's no loophole in it. Even the Three Sages felt sad when they died, but they didn't cry happily. The last part of their ascension is so dull. Your writing is not good enough. You have to write it more carefully after your ascension. "
The door was still closed, and the person inside didn't heed her.
Zong Lizi couldn't help but open the door forcefully.
A youth wearing a tracksuit and a hat sat by the window, looking at something.
She thought he was indeed a strange person who wore a hat at home. "I'm asking you. Tell me where he went after his ascension," she demanded.
The youth answered after a moment of silence, "He came to this world."
Hearing this answer, Zong Lizi was taken aback for a moment, and then screamed while holding her head.
"What the hell are you talking about? Nobody will read it if you do! Do you think it's something new to link the Cultivation world with the interstellar age? Many people have written about it! This kind of combination of subjects is the worst choice! It's like a deformed freak! How dare you write it like that? I don't care! You have to change it for me! "
Having said that, she slammed the door shut.
The youth didn't heed her reaction. He was still looking at the outside of the window in Silence.
This place was very low and far from the starry sky, so he could only see a tiny corner of the universe. The starlight shining through the window was even more feeble.
The starlight shone on his face, making it look even more beautiful.
It had been one million and six hundred thousand breaths since Jing Jiu came to this world.
Based on the time here, it should be twenty days.
He hadn't figured out what was going on yet.
The only thing he was certain of was that this was a low-level civilization compared to Chaotian.
However, he had learned the word "civilization" only after he came here.
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